If you are not in this match, don't post in this thread. If you are in this match, don't spam it up with OOC talk. Only one rp cap with the deadline being April 15, 2012 at 11:59 PM Eastern Time. Good Luck!
Adrenaline 4/13/2012 Henry Calvash vs Marcus Crimson vs Billy Young
- Thread starter BDC
- Start date
-
Welcome to "The New" Wrestling Smarks Forum!
I see that you are not currently registered on our forum. It only takes a second, and you can even login with your Facebook! If you would like to register now, pease click here: Register
Once registered please introduce yourself in our introduction thread which can be found here: Introduction Board
- Status
~ We return from commercial to see Kareem Ali and Martin Mays at the announcers table arguing about the last match. ~
Kareem Ali: Alright man, whatever, I still dont think Jacqui should be in a match against any kind of man, she needs to be helping a man to the ring and getting out of the way.
Martin Mays: Well I think thats unbelievablly sexist considering we have a female owner, I'm going to have to apologize to the folks at home for this and cut you off right here.
Kareem Ali: I was done talking about it anyway man.
Martin Mays: Good, now, on to the next part of our show. Another triple threat match with, uh, hang on a second.
~ Mays puts his hand to his headset and nods for a second. ~
Martin Mays: I'm being told we have yet another new superstar to introduce you too tonight folks. Now, unfortunatley, not much is know about this man except that his name is "Henri Calvash" and he's from "Calgary, Canada."
Kareem Ali: Wow, even more proof that ACW is the place to be! Who knows what could happen next?
Martin Mays: How right you are, uh, I'm being told that we have a video package to play for you folks. So uh, I guess it's ready to go, enjoy.
~ The arena darkens and the titantron flickers to life. Showing a hazy smoke filled room, it looks dilapitated, a torn punching bag hangs at an angle from one of it's three chains. Foam spills from the mats on the ground as well as the punching bag. The supports and beams of wood holding the roof up seem to be rotting and about to collapse. The clip then fades to the words, "Whos the best there is..". A man sits on a steel folding char in the middle of the room, looking down and breathing heavily. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead to the mat making an audible 'plop' sound. The clip then fades to the words, "The best there was" The house groans and strains under it's own weight, struggling to remain standing. The camera then pans to the side where you can make out some faint words on a placard. ~
"The Dungeon"
~ The crowd emits a small cheer, knowing that means he's in the old Hart Family dungeon, the clip then fades again to the words, "...and the best there ever will be?". The camera then pans back to Henri, who suddenly looks up at the camera and smiles. ~
Henri Calvash: ME!
~ The crowd smiles and chuckles at the creativeness of the promo more then the wrestler himself, before the crowds murmurs die down. "Light it Up" by Rev Theory blasts over the PA. The crowd cheers as they dont have to wait a month and be subjected to cryptic promos every week before they get to see this guy in action. Henri Calvash expldoes from the back as the song kicks off beating his chest and screaming. He raises his hands to a huge explosion of pyro as the show cuts to commercial.~
End RP.
Kareem Ali: Alright man, whatever, I still dont think Jacqui should be in a match against any kind of man, she needs to be helping a man to the ring and getting out of the way.
Martin Mays: Well I think thats unbelievablly sexist considering we have a female owner, I'm going to have to apologize to the folks at home for this and cut you off right here.
Kareem Ali: I was done talking about it anyway man.
Martin Mays: Good, now, on to the next part of our show. Another triple threat match with, uh, hang on a second.
~ Mays puts his hand to his headset and nods for a second. ~
Martin Mays: I'm being told we have yet another new superstar to introduce you too tonight folks. Now, unfortunatley, not much is know about this man except that his name is "Henri Calvash" and he's from "Calgary, Canada."
Kareem Ali: Wow, even more proof that ACW is the place to be! Who knows what could happen next?
Martin Mays: How right you are, uh, I'm being told that we have a video package to play for you folks. So uh, I guess it's ready to go, enjoy.
~ The arena darkens and the titantron flickers to life. Showing a hazy smoke filled room, it looks dilapitated, a torn punching bag hangs at an angle from one of it's three chains. Foam spills from the mats on the ground as well as the punching bag. The supports and beams of wood holding the roof up seem to be rotting and about to collapse. The clip then fades to the words, "Whos the best there is..". A man sits on a steel folding char in the middle of the room, looking down and breathing heavily. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead to the mat making an audible 'plop' sound. The clip then fades to the words, "The best there was" The house groans and strains under it's own weight, struggling to remain standing. The camera then pans to the side where you can make out some faint words on a placard. ~
"The Dungeon"
~ The crowd emits a small cheer, knowing that means he's in the old Hart Family dungeon, the clip then fades again to the words, "...and the best there ever will be?". The camera then pans back to Henri, who suddenly looks up at the camera and smiles. ~
Henri Calvash: ME!
~ The crowd smiles and chuckles at the creativeness of the promo more then the wrestler himself, before the crowds murmurs die down. "Light it Up" by Rev Theory blasts over the PA. The crowd cheers as they dont have to wait a month and be subjected to cryptic promos every week before they get to see this guy in action. Henri Calvash expldoes from the back as the song kicks off beating his chest and screaming. He raises his hands to a huge explosion of pyro as the show cuts to commercial.~
End RP.
As we return from comercial break, the arena is roaring. Chants can be heard through out the arena, as cameras capture the faces of energetic, obnoxious, and all out loud fans. The camera pans to the ring, and the ring announcer is standing, overlooking the crowd. As the man brings the mic to his lips, the bell rings.
Ring Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your second of seven bouts for the evening. This match is a triple threat scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Vancouver, BC. I introduce to you, Billy Young!"
The crowd roars with an assortment of boos hearing the name of the PWA superstar. The lights go black, as Young's music kicks in.
[youtube]8VvhOvlbdxs[/youtube]
As the lead guitar kicks in, a blue light shines around the arena, lighting the whole place up. Young steps on to the stage, and stands at the top of the entrance ramp. A shower of sparks shoots up behind Young, as he drops his black robe. Sporting white and black tights, and a Powerslam Wrestling Alliance shirt, Young makes his way to the ring. Taunting the fans on his way, Young rolls into the ring, and the lighting of the arena changes back to its normal settings. Young stands on the turnbuckle, and surveys the crowd. As his music cuts off, Young jumps of the turnbuckle, and requests a mic. Standing in the middle of the ring, Young once again looks over the crowd as he brings the mic to his lips.
Young:
"So this is what all the hypes about, eh?"
The crowd boos for a while, and Young just grins. As the crowd settles down, Young continues his speech.
Young:
"They told me I couldn't miss out on this. They told me I'd fit in perfectly. They told me it was a once in a lifetime chance. Well here's what I should have told them when I signed that damn contract; There's no way I could fit in perfectly, when perfection stands out!"
A 'you suck' chant echos throughout, and once again Young wipes it off like a grain of sand. Young begins to pace around the ring, while he speaks.
Young:
"Damn, just look at me! This beautiful face, this perfectly toned body, these are the reasons I am the best thing to ever grace this pitiful arena. So ladies, and gentlemen, I ask you do not cry when I crush the competition. I ask that you do not complain when I show exactly why I am considered the best. Lastly, I ask that you all do not use my name in vein, because I should be thought of like a god!"
Young gives a cocky smirk, and once again scouts the crowd. Dropping the mic, and looking directly into the camera, Young mouths the words, "Ladies, the names Billy Young'. Young winks the camera, and turns his head to the ramp, awaiting his opponents.
EOS
Ring Announcer:
"Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your second of seven bouts for the evening. This match is a triple threat scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, hailing from Vancouver, BC. I introduce to you, Billy Young!"
The crowd roars with an assortment of boos hearing the name of the PWA superstar. The lights go black, as Young's music kicks in.
[youtube]8VvhOvlbdxs[/youtube]
As the lead guitar kicks in, a blue light shines around the arena, lighting the whole place up. Young steps on to the stage, and stands at the top of the entrance ramp. A shower of sparks shoots up behind Young, as he drops his black robe. Sporting white and black tights, and a Powerslam Wrestling Alliance shirt, Young makes his way to the ring. Taunting the fans on his way, Young rolls into the ring, and the lighting of the arena changes back to its normal settings. Young stands on the turnbuckle, and surveys the crowd. As his music cuts off, Young jumps of the turnbuckle, and requests a mic. Standing in the middle of the ring, Young once again looks over the crowd as he brings the mic to his lips.
Young:
"So this is what all the hypes about, eh?"
The crowd boos for a while, and Young just grins. As the crowd settles down, Young continues his speech.
Young:
"They told me I couldn't miss out on this. They told me I'd fit in perfectly. They told me it was a once in a lifetime chance. Well here's what I should have told them when I signed that damn contract; There's no way I could fit in perfectly, when perfection stands out!"
A 'you suck' chant echos throughout, and once again Young wipes it off like a grain of sand. Young begins to pace around the ring, while he speaks.
Young:
"Damn, just look at me! This beautiful face, this perfectly toned body, these are the reasons I am the best thing to ever grace this pitiful arena. So ladies, and gentlemen, I ask you do not cry when I crush the competition. I ask that you do not complain when I show exactly why I am considered the best. Lastly, I ask that you all do not use my name in vein, because I should be thought of like a god!"
Young gives a cocky smirk, and once again scouts the crowd. Dropping the mic, and looking directly into the camera, Young mouths the words, "Ladies, the names Billy Young'. Young winks the camera, and turns his head to the ramp, awaiting his opponents.
EOS
- Status